"Old Sir Su, you’re here. Why didn’t you call ? I would have picked you up from the airport myself," he rubbed his hands nervously, looking very uneasy, his voice both hurried and ingratiating.
The gatekeeper who followed him out was full of astonishnt, seeing the director, who was usually so arrogant that he didn’t take anyone seriously, acting as submissive as a dog.
What was so special about this old man? He was baffled.
"It’s alright; I can wait a bit longer," Su Feiman said indifferently, without a hint of anger, and walked in first, "Co in!"
Director An then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The gatekeeper couldn’t help but ask what was so special about Su Feiman, who looked quite ordinary.
Director An gave him a slap in anger, "You clueless fool, do you realize whom you’ve offended? He’s a man whose background is so powerful it would scare you to death—a man who once dominated our nation’s politics and controlled the judiciary of the entire country.
He later beca the chairman of the United Nations Affairs Committee, a man who was influential in his ti. Idiot, even though he’s retired now, even the high-level officials of our country show him respect. You had the audacity to stop this living king of hell; you must be tired of living."
Director An couldn’t be bothered to waste words with such petty people.
In his country, especially in the political sphere, the prominent na of Su Feiman represented imnse authority, soone not to be offended.
There were also many high-ranking officials in his country, but none as terrifying as Su Feiman, soone whose re na made one’s heart tremble.
He didn’t know much about this senior, only aware of his political career—a decisive and iron-fisted politician in his early days. But he wasn’t foolish; a person who retained such trendous influence after stepping down was definitely more than just a political figure.
Director An shook his head silently; he didn’t dare probe into the true background of such an important figure.
Su Feiman was very direct, "Release Ivan and his daughter; I will compensate for your losses."
Director An hadn’t expected they had co for Ivan and his daughter. He was startled inside and waved his hands awkwardly, smiling, "Since they are Old Sir Su’s people, please take them away."
In fact, ever since Ivanov had declared his identity at the station, they hadn’t troubled the father and daughter much. After all, the Ivan family was not to be trifled with, and mishandling them might lead to diplomatic issues. They had treated Ivan and his daughter well, with good food and drink.
But they hadn’t planned to release the pair; catching an international arms dealer like this offered them a good chance for profit. They had demanded Ivanov furnish the country with a number of sophisticated arms, and then they would release them and help erase the charges, preserving Ivanov’s reputation.
However, Ivanov was furious and refused, causing a deadlock.
But once Su Feiman had spoken, how could he dare expect him to cover the ’losses’.
"It’s just that their involvent in hiding and drugs isn’t easy to deal with, and the governnt is paying attention."
"I’ll handle this!"
Su Feiman effortlessly took Ivan and his daughter away, their faces still bruised and swollen, filled with anger. Seeing that Su Feiman had co to bail them out, Ivanov felt even more disgraced and confronted Su Feiman.
"Su Feiman, you owe an explanation for this. He is your godson, and I am your business partner. But he dared to bully , even plotted to have jailed. I cannot swallow this humiliation. You need to catch this Third Young Master Jun and let teach him a lesson."
Su Feiman’s sharp gaze shot over like lightning, causing Ivanov to stiffen inside.
"Ivan, if you still rember our cooperation, then the docunts I want, you should also give them to ."
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